Drop Dead, Leader

I'm here playing with your mind

Sexual duress

Who the hell am I?

Can't escape from it

What is wrong is right

Can we run from it?

Right between the eyes

Right between the eyes

Eyes, eyes

Do we have to go in there?

It smells like rotten eggs

I play a game in sin

Defender of the wall

I'm living in a mental battlefield

I'm living in a world of cold, I stand dead

Stuck inside my head

Playing with my future

Pissed future of my dead

I drill a hole instead

Playing with my future

A failure of our useless neighbors

My short-term memory

Walks across a metal field

Invaded by demagogues

Fierce on my throat

The blood runs dry

I'm living in a mental battlefield

I'm living in a world of cold, I stand dead

Dead, dead, dead

Dead, dead, dead, dead